First-Person Account Of Today's Attacks 1084
I was scheduled to testify today at the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office's "Patent Theatre" in Crystal City, Virginia, on the intellectual property aspects of the proposed Hague Convention on Jurisdiction. I had sweated for days over a prepared oral statement about the treaty's implications for student coders and journalists.
My friend Rob Carlson and I left Baltimore early (shortly after 7:00 a.m.) and deposited ourselves at an outlying Metro stop, intending to take the subway into Crystal City. We arrived without incident.
Upon disembarking at Crystal City, I gave the sounds of various sirens little heed -- even as the municipality's Battalion Chief (fire department) roared past, red and white lights flashing.
"There must be a fire nearby," Rob said, glancing upward as fluffy chunks of ash drifting down into the USPTO's courtyard like huge downy feathers.
The hearing room was uncharacteristically vacant. I sat down next to my former boss, Consumer Project on Technology director Jamie Love, and flipped open my laptop to read over my prepared oral testimony.
"Did you hear? A plane hit the World Trade Center in New York!" Jamie whispered excitedly, ensconced in a pile of laptop peripherals and scattered newspapers. I froze momentarily, floppy disk half inserted into my laptop. Looking up, I noticed most of the hearing's attendees appeared to be in shock. A few sat rigid in their seats, hands folded in their laps, staring ahead in numbed silence. Others milled about, busily discussing the foreign policy ramifications of the morning's events. No one seemed to be concentrating on the hearing.
Federal government officials present -- (I recognized members of the U.S. State Department, Copyright Office and PTO) reacted differently -- receiving the sporadic stream of dispatches and rumors from PTO staffers running in and out of the Theatre with detached contemplation. It appeared that the Feds had discarded their usual mantle of chatty, diplomatic ambiance, and had switched into Crisis Mode.
"If anyone really wants to testify now, they can. At this time, we are not evacuating the building," proclaimed a Patent Office functionary. No one took her up on her offer, and several folks murmured quietly about the inappropriateness of proceeding with the hearing given the context and magnitude of events.
More runners entered the Theater, bearing news of additional disasters -- some alleged, some actual. Rumors about the destruction of various Washington agencies and landmarks whipped throughout the conference room.
I closed my laptop, which had been teetering idle on my lap for several minutes. People started for the door, hesitating in case the unspoken consensus for scrapping the hearing was improbably reversed. Cell phones were whipped out of suit pockets and family members dialed to no effect.
"You can always submit written testimony." declared U.S. delegate to the Hague Conference and PTO attorney-advisor Jennifer Lucas as the long-planned hearing disintegrated.
I felt a mix of emotions: disappointed that I wouldn't have the chance to testify and lock horns with the MPAA and other industry lobbyists, and guilty for having such self-centered thoughts during this crisis.
Rob and I headed out toward the lobby. He decided that we should skip the elevator and go down a flight of stairs to the lobby.
The courtyard of the Patent Office facility (which had been nearly deserted when we arrived) was packed with a milling, chattering crowd. Security guards peered about pensively as if reassuring themselves that the building was indeed still standing. Soon after, a shout went up that the Patent Office was being evacuated.
The head of the U.S. Delegation to the Hague Conference (and State Department legal advisor) Jeff Kovar brushed past me with an associate in tow.
"We're walking to the State Department." Kovar grimly mentioned to no one in particular, and started the long hike back to his office.
Rob and I weaved our way through gridlocked traffic and headed toward the Crystal City Metro station. Several Federal Marshalls stood about -- one wearing a boxy bulletproof vest, another wearing a pink blouse with a lanyard ID. Military personnel huddled together on the sidewalk, segregated according to the hue of their uniforms. Fast moving, thin white clouds rushed overhead. I wasn't sure if they were really smoke pluming from the Pentagon.
We jumped into a Yellow Line train alongside a pair of blue-shirted Air Force officers. I watched as an orange ladybug crawled up the silver-stitched epaulet of the officer closest to me, and informed him of its presence. He stared at me for a silent moment before carefully removing the insect.
"That's the least of my problems," he said. "Thanks anyway."
The Day Innocence Died (Score:5, Interesting)
Like most people, I wake up each morning thinking the day will be like any other day. I shower, listen to the radio, have breakfast, and walk the dog. I say "goodbye" or "see you later" to my dad, I set out on my day. I make a mental note of the things I wish to accomplish before the end of the day and tentative plans for the rest of the week. I never stop and think, "what if I don't make it home today?". "What if I never see my family again.
But today, for thousands of people, their worst nightmares were realized.
As I walked to work, I saw a crowd of people standing around a car, listening to the radio. I heard " a plane crashed into the World Trade Center". Like most, I thought, "what a horrible accident". I figured a plane had engine failure, got off course and crashed. By the time I reached my office, about five minutes later, I heard that another plane crashed into the second building. By then, we all knew, it was no accident.
I immediately turned on my radio and noticed that there was no one in my office area. I walked to the lounge and discovered my co-workers huddled around a television. It was then that I saw the awful crashes and explosions. I saw the airplane, deliberately fly into the second building of the World Trade Center. And then, the explosion. It was a sight I will never forget.
I went to the phone to contact friends and family members who work in the area. After a few hours, I reached my aunt, who actually watched from her job as the plane crashed into the building and saw the people falling and jumping out of the window. I then returned to the television to discover that another airplane had crashed into the Pentagon building in Washington DC. The shock on everyone's face was immeasurable. We all started to wonder
"who's next"? Where? When? Then, we heard that the Capitol had also been hit and one of the Twin towers collapsed. I wondered what it would be like to visit that area in the future and see just one building there. Of course, they would rebuild, but it would never be the same. And then, we heard. Another explosion caused the second Tower to collapse. The building wouldn't be lonely anymore. It had joined its twin. Gone.....Forever. And
then, the tears rolled down, not just for the people who died but for the institution itself. I love New York. I love its history and atmosphere. I was just at Brooklyn Bridge a few weeks ago taking pictures. That beautiful New York Skyline that symbolizes so much will never be the same. My home. My life. It all seems different. I keep thinking of all of the people. All of the bodies, lying in the debris. All of those people who started
their day not knowing they wouldn't return home. All of their loved ones waiting, hoping, praying for a telephone call telling them that everything is ok. Waiting for a phone call that will never come. Today I cry. Not because I lost a friend or family member in this tragedy. But because like so many. I lost a part of myself. I've read about dozens of horrible, tragic incidents in American and Global history. I've seen photographs and
depictions of wars, conflicts and crimes against humanity. But I don't think anything will ever remain in my mind as vividly as this tragedy. As I sit writing this, there is a cool breeze blowing through my window. But unlike your average summer day, it is filled with smoke.
As I walked home with dozens of people, some crying, some shaken, some covered in soot, I felt an overwhelming need to be home with my family. Even those I knew were safe at home and no where near the disaster area. I called my father, sister, aunt, grandmother and cousins, and told them I loved them. I embraced co-workers and offered sympathy for those who lost loved-ones. I attempted to donate blood, but they were so overcrowded they turned
people away. And today, for the first time in ages, of my own freewill, I went into church, and cried. I cried again for those who died. I cried for their loved ones and I cried for all of us who lost a part of ourselves. Our sense of security, our livelihoods, our innocence, forever gone.
N. Johnson
Brooklyn, NY
I wasn't there in person... (Score:4, Interesting)
Now I'm thinking bombing, although it's kin dof strange that the bombs would go off near the top of the building. It was bad, but it didn't look like a significant number of people were going to be hurt/killed (significant > 300). Then of course, right before my eyes (and the reporter didn't even seem to notice, incidently), one of the towers just collapses, almost in slow motion. That's when it hit me - a lot of people just died.
Right before I went to my poly sci class, the other tower collapsed too. I had no idea what was going to happen next. Maybe a plane was heading for D.C. and going to hit the white house? Maybe that plane that crashed in Pennsylvania was heading for Chicago (where I'm from). I'm just glad this wasn't even better planned out. Think, if they (whoever is behing this) hijacked planes in Chicago, San Fransico, Los Angeles, etc, a whole lot more people would be dead today.
F-bacher
Amazing and yet unbelievable (Score:2, Interesting)
Please mod the parent up (Score:0, Interesting)
Freedom will survive!
My brother the federal employee in DC.. (Score:3, Interesting)
When I heard about the attack in DC I immediately freaked out. I tried calling his cell phone, only to find the cell switches flooded. I could only hope he was not near the Pentagon.
My mother finally did get in touch with him. He basically was told to evacuate the office, which was next to the Capital, and to go home. Unfortunately for him "home" was a hotel across from the Capital building.
He did call later with an update, he managed to take a train out of town and had to walk a long while to reach Georgetown U. He told mom that it was a completely surreal experience, with crowds running and walking aimlessly, while jet fighters were looming above.
I never was so scared for anyone's safety. Ironically, this AM my brother was in a seminar in public speaking and dealing with anxiety. I guess they picked the wrong day to run that class
My warmest wishes and prayers go out to those less fortunate.
The plane that went down in PA (Score:2, Interesting)
Sincere Condolences (Score:2, Interesting)
My greatest condolences to all those familys and friends who have lost loved ones, and my prayers and wishes of support for those who don't know yet. I don't have the words to tell you how much compassion I feel towards the people involved - those who have died, survivors, loved ones and emergency providers who have to pick up the pieces.
I believe that people the world over are equally as shocked and supportive as I am.
I can only hope that justice and cool heads will prevail in the events to come; that those responsible will receive their punishment; and that further innocent people are not hurt.
Re:Passengers on planes (Score:5, Interesting)
A Perspective from Capitol Hill (Score:4, Interesting)
The place was pretty calm, but our Congressman ordered us to get out and later the whole building was evacuated. It was a fairly bizarre experience being on the Hill surrounded by all kinds of people (aides, politicans, interns like myself, senior officials from various places around for meetings) with us all being moved away from the Capitol (the presumed target of any attack on Capitol Hill itself) and told to get home, whilst simultaneously the entire city was gridlocked and the metro system suspended.
There wasn't blind panic, but there was a definite feeling in the air that we were a serious target if there were going to be more attacks. Fortunately, there were not, and I managed to get home soon after 12, once Union Station's metro stop had been reopened.
The scariest thing about the whole experience, though, was not the possibility of attack against Congress, but the certainty that the event will be used as justification both for additional killings ("We must strike back against those responsible for harbouring these terrorists"), probably without taking the time to find out who really did it (just look at the debacles over the Lockerbie bombing and the US missile attack on a Sudanese asprin factory) and also for a forfeiture of even more civil rights in the name of security.
Speaking as an outsider, but one who has been working within the US political system, I find both prospects deeply scary.
Tom
The Perspective from a High School Sophomore (Score:2, Interesting)
I worked on the 51st floor of the World Trade Cent (Score:5, Interesting)
This morning, I took the N/R train to where the subway exit blends into the concourse underneath the WTC. At 8:45 AM I got out and started walking to the basement entrance to my building, but saw billows of smoke rushing towards me. People were screaming to get the hell out.
After exiting the building, it was snowing office paper and debris. On Church Street, from the street that borders the eastern block, a gaping hole 10 stories high breathed flame and smoke. Mobs of people were trotting away on the street; some were crying, worried about friends and colleagues. Then I witnessed the first few people, plunging to their deaths, apparently to escape the fire that would have painfully scorched them to death.
By this time most people were gathered around watching the building burn and calling people. I ran into an hysterical colleague who I tried to comfort. We then witnessed more people jumping. Sick of the ghastliness, we went out of sight of the buildings behind Trinity Church on Broadway.
A few minutes later, a second explosion shook the area, and panicked people ran away. It was complete mayhem. People tripped over each other. Mothers were protecting their baby carriages. In the fray I lost touch with my colleague. I was in complete shock, but I managed to walk home safely to the East Village.
2 Cents From Pittsburgh, PA (Score:2, Interesting)
While I'm far from an eyewitness, I thought I'd put my 2 cents in. I was working in downtown Pittsburgh this morning, thinking about an enterprise-wide system I've started on, when I heard about the first plane hitting the WTC. Like a lot of us, I guess, I thought it had to be an accident. When the second one hit, it didn't seem real. When the Pentagon was hit and we heard about a car bomb at the State Department, they started letting people with families go home and we heard they were evacuating people from goverment buildings on one of the main streets a block away. When the plane crashed in Somerset, about 50 miles east of here, they basically evacuated downtown Pittsburgh. There was some concern that it was heading for the USX tower, the tallest building in downtown Pittsburgh, positioned on the street I mentioned earlier between federal, state, and county offices. They also closed river traffic on all three of Pittsburgh's rivers, and they will remain closed for a while.
Here's what the Pittsburgh media's telling us. The plane was headed from Newark to San Francisco. After the WTC incidents, air traffic control in Pittsburgh and Cleveland lost contact with the plane. Around that time, a 911 call came in to the state police barracks in Westmoreland County from someone on board the plane. He said the plane had been hijacked and that he was calling from the bathroom. A few seconds later, there was what sounded like an explosion. (Westmoreland County is the county between Allegheny County, where Pittsburgh is, and Somerset County, where the plane went down.)
The plane itself first veered north toward Erie, PA, then made a u-turn south and east. There was some concern that it was headed back to Pittsburgh, which is why, I think, they evacuated the USX tower and the air traffic control tower at Pittsburgh airport. It then crashed in Somerset county, "veering back and forth" as one actual eye-witness put it. A small white plane was also spotted near the plane around the time it went down -- I saw it on video myself.
The area where the 4th plane crashed is gorgeous, Pennsylvania mountain company and, as nearly as I can make out, it's not all that far from a Episcopalean retreat center.
If anyone from Pittsburgh's Port Authority is reading this, thank you very much for the extra busses and the calm, orderly way you helped us get out of downtown Pittsburgh.
To all of you who have lost or fear you have lost family, please know that my thoughts and prayers are with you. For the rest of us, remember -- the people who did this want us to experience fear, pain, and confusion. You slash-dotters are a stubborn bunch. I say let's not give it to them!
Nolo te bastardes carborundum!
(Don't let the bastards get you down)
CJ Howorth
Not anonymous, and certainly not a coward.
Deer in the headlights (Score:3, Interesting)
WHERE IS THE FIFTH PLANE? (Score:4, Interesting)
Colorado is home to NORAD, isn't it? The installation wouldn't be harmed -- it's built to withstand nukes -- but it'd be a natural target for scaring the US.
Anyone heard anything more about this?
Terrorist newsgroup post? (Score:5, Interesting)
Re:Passengers on planes (Score:4, Interesting)
I'd personally like to see the cockpit isolated from the rest of the plane, a big metal shield. If you can't get to the cockpit, hijacking the plane becomes hard, forcing the pilot to do this becomes impossible.
life at the world trade center (Score:2, Interesting)
I would go there for birthdays, all the way up to to the observation deck, and spend the day there with my Grandmother. I have more childhood memories from these buildings, by far, than anywhere else in the world.
It was an amazing place. Structured yet mysterious, metalic yet comforting, with an amazing variety of nooks, crannies, personalities, and other secrets to discover.
It was also a very social place, with people having lunch at the plaza, looking up at the building and sky [1] [greatbuildings.com] or sharing time on the observation deck or in line to get there [2]. [nyctourist.com]
I went to the observation deck every time I could; every time I was in New York City... I've easily spent over 100 hours there throughout my life. In March, I spent the day at the observation deck on tower 2, then had dinner at Windows on the World on top of tower 1 [3]. [windowsontheworld.com]
It was a spiritual place for me, as strange as that may sound. It presented an eagle eye view of the world I grew up in; my childhood in one panoramic view [4] [citysearch.com] [5] [wanadoo.nl]. There I could reflect on my past and look forward to tomorrow.
I would always sit at the same bench on top of the observation desk. The one closest to the Statue of Liberty. I'd stay there, looking out to the Atlantic, for hours and hours on end. I learned many things about myself and other other trade center visitors there. I would focus on that spot, on top of the building, on top of the world, one small, specific spot ... yet everywhere in the universe, in an expanding stream of thought. It was my own form of meditation, on an amazing bench that no longer exists.
When my wife and I got engaged, I wanted to get married at the top of the trade center. We didn't end up doing it, but others did. [6] [go.com]
I loved it for the unique place that it was, but not nearly as much as I -- or anyone -- loved all of the unique individuals who have now died there. The tragedy is unreal. The reasons absurd. The people, and their lives, invaluable. I will never forget them.
I am not a vindictive person, but this calls for something beyond revenge. This requires a defense of our way of life, about our principals and individuality. Anything that can be done to remedy this should be done, and will.
God help us all, and especially those who did this.
-Jonathan ... http://www.robpatton.com/photoalbum/jontaylor/9.jp g [robpatton.com] )
( at the World Trade Center
On this day in history (Score:2, Interesting)
My condolences to those who have died and their loved ones
Report from budgeteer land... (Score:3, Interesting)
The day began slow, was running late for work, showed up moments before the first WTC strike. Checked with boss on anything new since day before and when he is going to the National Guard Readiness Center. Nothing new.
WTOP is the only radio station that comes in at my cube, in Chantilly, VA, near the NRO (see other posts, other threads). WTOP reports that an airplane has hit WTC 1. I metion it to a co worker, retired 10 days ago Army Aviation instructor and other cool stuff (he was an instructor there when I was in flight school). Both of us sluff it off as just some dope flying in the wrong place.
A little while later, WTOP reports plane 2 hits WTC 2. I grab a more receptive audience, Larry the retired Command Seargents Major of the National Guard. We listen to the radio, dicuss what is up and start specuating. Yes, we began joking too... I offered a bet that the pilots were Allied students of Mark's from the mid '80s (Aviator mentioned above) from Lebenon... seeinng the MSNBC stream on the net sayig that AC #2 definately had a "PLO control touch"... etc.
Pentagon gets hit, Larry and others start calling our employees that work in the Pentagon and elsewhere in the area (we work on our firms site, we have people that work on client sites). Everybody is fine...
Talk ensues of units being mobilized (some of us are sitll reservists), what will happen (check end or this post), etc.
My family lives in TN, just remembering that mom has said that I work in the Pentagon for 7 years, even though I never have worked there, just visit the building on occasion for work or to impress my son. Call mom, remind her that I am safe and sound in Chantilly, VA, right by the NRO, directly on the approach path to Dulles Airport (yes, the paths of the planes landig orth, right runway, bisect my building) and I STILL do not work in the Pentagon. Concience satisfied.
News of a hijacked plane around Dulles, with F-16s in persuit gets to the office. 2 of us went outside to look for the chase. All we heard/saw was afterburer noise... went back to the 4th floor to get a better view.
Got e-mail from mom, aknowledgig my voicemeail. Sister had sent her a message asking if I was at Pentagon today (sorry, I do not work inside the beltway, aka getto), they were glad I was okay. Replied with story of looking for the dogfight (eventually was revealed as false report).
Folks with families here began going home just after lunch, big bosses begin telling us to go home. I tell them that I will stay, son (18) in TN only knows my work number, doubt that he is that worried about me but I want to be by the phone in case he is worried. Forwarded e-mail between me and mom to him.
Office gets deserted as I polish up some work and watch whatever web streams of the crashes I can find. Sr. VP comes through and asks if we had accountability of all of our people on client sites "as far as I know, yes, everybody is fine."
Head out for some dinner, deli is open, not playig radio, relaxing with an Italian Sausage sub. Head back to Reston, VA, cruise into the Town Center to grab a beer. Looks like a Rod Serling TV show, buildings intact, no people. Main drive through the place is closed off, almost everything is closed. Watch MSNBC and CNN in "Bistro! Bistro!", chat about the events with my trusty bartender, Mark Mac, and with others. Create conspiracies "it was the FIRA (French IRA), supported by the un-holy alliance of the Illuminati and the Masons"
Happy hour ends at 7, I get home to try to call Emmanuel of 2600 Magazine, "Off the Hook" is on soon, he might wat a voice from the DC area. No dice, phones still overloaded (sincerly thought that the phone emergecy was over).
Since I have been conditioned for over 22 years to be calm in events like this, I still am, but twinges of emotion creep in, anger, sadness, etc. since I am mentally waiting to be ready to do somethig, but in reality i don't have anythig to do in this situation, unless I get a phonecall from the Army.
My heart goes out to all of you that have experienced a loss today.
Granted, the intel guys *might* have been able to see this in advance, but these attacks were trivial to plan and conduct. DO NOT LET THE POLICE FORCES TURN THIS INTO AN EXCUSE FOR A POLICE STATE!
NOT TO SCARE ANYONE BUT... (Score:1, Interesting)
"In the City of God there will be a great thunder, two brothers torn apart by chaos, while the fortress endures, the great leader will succumb.", "The third big war will begin when the big city is burning." - Nostradamus
Re:KNIVES? WTF? (Score:2, Interesting)
I've heard reports that the perps took over the planes with *knives*, not guns.
I'm amazed at how easy it is to fly with a knife, especially one that's not just a swiss army knife. I've flown with a coworker several times who carries on a Spyderco folder with a 4" blade [spyderco.com]. (It's apparently FAA legal, but most airlines set tighter limits on blade length.) The crack X-ray security troops never even notice the knife because he packs it so it's vertical on the X-ray machine and they don't see a classic blade shape. I've personally flown a dozen legs with a 3" Spyderco folder [spyderco.com] and with only one exception, I have been able to simply walk through metal detectors without setting them off. (On that exception, the security tech inspected the knife and gave it back to me.)
I'm not suprised at all if these guys got knives on the planes. I'm just suprised that they were able to gain control of the planes with knives.
I can not understand how one individual with a knife could take over a cockpit and either force a pilot to fly into a building or disable everyone and fly the plane himself. I've seen report after report where some drunk a-hole acts up on a plane and a half dozen guys beat him down. Where were those guys on these flights?
Eyewitness account from lower manhattan (Score:2, Interesting)
This morning I was on the train (late for work as usual) and I was surprised to find the subway stopped in a tunnel, then it bypassed the WTC stop. I got out at the next stop and went above ground, looked up and saw the WTC 1 tower on fire. When I heard that a plane had hit the building, my first thought was "terrorist attack", so I headed away from the building - southeast - to the corner of Broadway and Wall Street. There were hundreds of people in the street looking up at the WTC towers and trying to call home on their cell phones (which were overloaded and not working)
I queued up to use the pay phone, called home and my wife told me that it was a terrorist attack, the Pentagon had been hit as well, I'd better come home quickly.
I continued walking south on Broadway, and heard a noise like a jet plane passing close overhead, then a tremendous BOOM. Everyone in the street screamed and ran, we all thought it was a bombing. This may have been the 2nd plane hitting the second WTC tower. There was a tremendous cloud of smoke and ash filling the air, you could not see or breathe well. It looked like a war zone. Someone said that the towers had collapsed, I thought to myself "that can't be right. those towers can withstand anything." Everyone was running, trying to get the hell out of there.
I ducked into the subway station and tried to get a train uptown, but no trains were running. People were terrified. I thought about catching the Staten Island Ferry to get out of Manhattan, but I decided I'd rather be at home with my wife. I went above ground, started walking east - away from the financial district. Thousands of people were flooding the streets, walking towards Brooklyn and uptown. I spotted an empty cab (!) and got in, picked up another passenger and we managed to get through the crowds to the highway. I got home safely around noon.
We then started calling family and friends, including some of my friends that work in the WTC. Luckily, all of my friends are safe and accounted for. Life is going to go on but I think things are going to be very different in NYC for a long time.
Re:lost a friend (Score:2, Interesting)
Neither is perfect.
Retaliation will injure innocents - just as the attack on the WTC injured innocents. The families of those innocents will demand vengence against the US. Just as the families of those killed in New York care not about the sufferings of the Palestinians (caused by the US or not), those killed by the US's retaliations will see the US as their enemy. Result, like it or not, is a spiral of hatred and violence.
Appeasement is no better. White flag... bull. Tell those with grievences, real or imaginary, they can get what they want with a few pounds of semtex and the US faces terrorism for years to come.
Violence begets violence.
Anyone who has read George Orwell's 1984 knows the most effective answer lies capturing the guilty, while not making them martyrs. In 1984 the 'enemies of the state', when captured and convicted, go on television to profess their guilt and repeat 'ad nauseaum' the error of their ways.
Impossible? Sure.
But it may be the only way to stop a spiral of violence.
My heart and tears go out to the victims, their families and friends.
Robert
Re:Almost a witness (Score:2, Interesting)
They aren't usually kamakazi terrorists looking to take out as many people as possible.
From Just past the PTO in DC (Score:3, Interesting)
Then he said a second one hit, and identified it as a twin-engine passenger jetliner. At that point I began, as everyone else did, to suspect terrorism. It was still a little too new, and all the sites were flooded (there wasn't a TV near).
Then, as I continued to read Analog, I thought I heard something and then heard some fire engines. I didn't connect it until someone just made a choking sound and pointed out the windows toward the direction of the Pentagon. We could just begin to see white smoke, quickly followed by gray, billow over the PTO buildings and the hill above Crystal City.
At this point we realized there was something coordinated going on, and people moved from looks of worry to upset. We went to the street to get a better view, but there wasn't much to see. I have a fatalistic bent and decided there wasn't much I could do one way or another at the moment (no EMS or relevant skills) so I went back inside but couldn't begin reading again. At this point my nearly forgotten car was brought out, and the tech, visibly upset, just waved at it.
"It's running, keys in the ignition. Just...screw the paperwork, you should be set to go." He immediately went to the more important, if less immediate news that was coming from a radio they had.
I decided it was time to go to my office, which slightly further south and closer to 395, where people were again upset (as I must have looked). Reality clearly hadn't sunk in for some. We heard additional jets but it quickly became clear that they were fighters--one went supersonic and left a boom that had us pouring out onto the street and scanning the horizon for smoke. There were cheers from the 7-11 next door when they realized there were F-16s overhead.
After that, it was just waiting and worrying and trying to wait until the phone lines were clear enough to call my folks and reassure them.
Well, I knew this was a possibility when I moved here. It's too bad--there are so many wonderful things here.
Inside the Pentagon this Morning (Score:5, Interesting)
While I was in line at Pentagon City Mall waiting to use the payphone to tell my wife I was alive, several of the other people in line were discussing what had happened. One was a Navy officer whose office was on an upper floor of the D-ring (the second outermost ring) of the side that was struck, and other than noticing how loud the explosion was he hadn't known just how close he was to where the plane went in. Another guy was outside on the side where the plane went in. He said it was so low that it clipped a light pole on the way in. He was the first source where I heard that the plane struck the ground just short of the building (or it might have been much worse.) He also said that a lot of the fire problems were probably because the side hit had an emergency generator with a large diesel tank (thus the thick black smoke early in the fire.) Several people who left the building before I did reported hearing a secondary explosion which might have been the diesel tank going up. I met back up with some other people I knew a bit later. They had been in a snack bar on the A Ring (the innermost ring) of the Pentagon and heard a not very loud bang, looked down the corridor toward the outside of the building, saw smoke, and crossed the courtyard to leave the other side of the building. The only (somewhat) good news was the plane struck on the side of the building where a section that had just been renovated met the next section to be renovated, so not everyone had moved into the renovated section and some people had already been moved out of the other section. That had to have reduced the death toll. Other than that, waiting around looking for a way to get home, I learned a lot less about what was happening than the people at home with TV and internet news.
As far as the emergency response, I was very impressed. You have about 5 different police jurisdictions around the Pentagon and the police very rapidly arrived to direct cars away from the area to allow emergency vehicles through and weren't getting in each other's way. There were fire trucks arriving on the scene before I got out of the building, but after the nearby units had arrived the traffic snarl up slowed the arrival of more distant units.
I work next to the White House (Score:2, Interesting)
I work in a federal building essentially next to the White House, and today was simply unreal. By the time I got into work, the first 3 crashes had already taken place, but there was still confusion about exactly what had happened. Both towers were still standing, but the first thing I heard from a coworker was that the WTC had been bombed, and that they were in ruins. It's hard to describe the effect that news like that has on you. She then said there was a fire or bomb or something (no one knew yet) at the Pentagon.
I stopped into an office with a TV and watched about 15 seconds of CNN, which was showing smoke with what looked like the Old Executive Office Building in front, which scared us all even more, since that's even closer to us.
The next thing I knew, there were people running in the halls saying that the building was supposed to be evacuated. I hadn't even made it to my desk yet, but just turned around and walked back to the Metro. The streets were surreal, some people were obviously trying to get out of there (but everyone was relatively calm), while others (mostly tourists) were just standing around. There was an almost-constant stream of police cars, black secret service SUVs, and so on, going back and forth on Pennsylvania Ave, so I was hearing sirens for my whole 10 minute walk to the Metro. It didn't feel real, but it sure seemed to be.
I also kept trying to bring up cnn.com on my phone as I walked, but got nowhere. I also tried calling other coworkers in the building to make sure they'd heard of the evacuation, but again, the cells were jammed with the call volume. I did get cnn.com up just before I got to the Metro, but could only see the breaking story of something going on at the state department, and then they were unreachable again.
The worst part was that I still didn't really know any details and had heard lots of rumors. Eventually I was able to bring up cnn.com half the time as I rode and get the basic story, and then one-line "breaking" items that just kept piling up:
Some of those turned out to be false (though even now I keep hearing that there were incidents at the State Dept and the Capital Building, but no details), but the sense of dread at just seeing one horrifying one-liner after another was really scary.
By that point I'd gotten back to my apartment and stared at the TV for the next 5 or 6 hours. The worst part was the the lack of information downtown, and the complete sense of fear, uncertainty, and panic, and that everything had suddenly changed.
View of NYC skyline from across the shore (Score:2, Interesting)
Until I looked across the water and saw a huge cloud of smoke covering the area where the WTC once stood. It was a utterly eerie sight.
At the WTC (Score:3, Interesting)
I was having breakfast at a Cafe just above the PATH station. About three stories underground directly under WTC 1, the "north tower" that was the first one struck. I thought it was a train derailing or hitting a wall and I quickly picked up my juice and walked toward the escalators. As I stood up the fire alarms went off, looking up I saw what I thought was smoke. (There was renovation down there, it was probably just plaster dust kicked up by the impact.) Four cops bolted toward the escalators shouting "out of the way!"
When I got to the top of the escalators there were at least two cops directing people out of the building, not with "Stay Calm, go slow" but with "Keep it moving, Faster!" I heard another cop, as I got near a side exit I don't normally use, yelling at a security guard, "It wasn't a BOMB! It was an airplane!" I was thinking that was spin control or something. I stepped outside and there was a smattering of debris. It looked like a vacant lot around an abandoned building, cinder block-like debris. It took me five seconds to realize that that meant I probably should be walking faster, it seemed to take other people a lot more time to realize.
When I got across the street I looked up and saw about 2/3 or the way up the north side that the WTC was on fire, from corner to corner, in an oval reaching two or three stories down and five or six up. Not a lot of smoke, but a wall of fire. I walked around East toward the subway I use, and looked up to see that the East side was almost identically damaged, but with less damage. Sheets of ash were floating down like a hundred giants' notebooks had been ripped apart and thrown to the wind. I got about a block away and stood (next to the cemetary at the oldest church in NYC) looking up. I was thinking that I needed to get to work and start making phone calls that I was okay, but I was rivited. After about five minutes I saw a body falling from the tower and I walked, shaking, to the 4-5 train which I took on the 20 minute trip uptown.
When I got off at 60th street, 80 blocks away, I could see a dense clouds of smoke. There is a brokerage downstairs from my office, and I stopped to watch some footage. People said "A second plane hit the WTC" on TV, which I didn't believe. They showed the footage and it was horrifying.
A friend and I were IMing (phones were down, but no problem with the internet, other than to news sites.) At one point she said "You have no idea how strange the skyline looks with only one tower!" She apparently had an amazing view of the scene.
The Shock of a College Community (Score:2, Interesting)
There have been a few miraculous developments- one girl's father missed his train for the first time and wasn't able to get to his WTC office this morning. One of my friend's father was going to fly on one of the crashed Boston planes this morning, but got a cheaper tickets at the last minute. My own uncle had his 8:30am meeting next door to the WTC postponed at the last minute, and he saw the explosions from Staten Island instead.
At the same time, there has been great tragedy. The entire family of one student was on one of the doomed flights. Mass at 12 noon saw the Chapel completely packed, with a lot of teary faces, almost certain that they knew someone who died.
Today has been a surreal experience, like that directly out of some action flick starring Jean Claude VD. Let's just take this time to mourn.
Re:Terrorist newsgroup post? (Score:2, Interesting)
Xinoehpoel/LeoPheonix
Listed as tesnal@lsp.moc
lanset@lsp.com or tesnal@lsp.com ?
seems to be connected to:
http://sollog.b0x.com/
63-175-38-247-modem.o1.com
during the date below:
24-Jun-2001 08:18:28 GMT
for him it is 1:45:44 on 24/6/2001 during the above time
(you do the conversion
Easy enough to get this info, wouldent mind a gov job, just don't stick me in a high profile building.
Re:Thank you (Score:3, Interesting)
All civilized people have trouble when someone takes the game too seriously and kills someone over something as stupid as a state or religion or language.
The fact that nearly everyone in the world does care when tragedy strikes another country shows just how little those hijacking monsters share with humanity.
It's been a long day (Score:2, Interesting)
First off, my friend, Adam, is a HUGE guy. Always been able to shrug off any hit he's been given and it's odd to see him so thrown off track. His dad is even bigger then him, one of the scariest guys I know.
Anyway, so this guy is a firefighter. Part of a group called S.O.C., which I forget what it stands for, but basically it amounts to him being part of a special squad, the first to get in to evacuate a burning building and the last to get out. So, as things go, the entire S.O.C. group that Adam's dad is in dies when they're trying to evacuate the second building and it collapses... minus Adam's dad and his best friend.
So now, every building that's burning and close to collapsing has to quickly be checked for people trapped in there. Which means every collapsing building is the possibility of his father dying.
At the same time, his sister has friends over. She's laughing and having fun with them, to which Adam goes up, threatens all her little boyfriends and tells her "Listen, the least you can do is respect the man who's house you live under." and she just doesn't understand.
Either way, man... I feel for that kid.
This is weird.
Worst of all though, is the glances I'm getting. With a name like Neema, it's not difficult to figure out I have a bit of middle eastern in me (I'm Turkish/Mongolian/Iranian) and people don't seem to distinguish the differences between me and the rest of the terrorists. I've already received glances and a few racist remarks... I'm interested to see what develops for me.
Re:Passengers on planes (Score:2, Interesting)
If you're hijacked, you punch in 7500.
7600 = radio failure
7700 = misc emergency
the hijackers knew this. On all four planes, they turned off the transponder completely. No hijack code, and no tracking code. At that point they just were an unidentified random blip on the radar screen.
Its not cowardess to hide...here is whats coming (Score:2, Interesting)
People are calling it an act of cowardess that the terrorists are not coming forth to claim responsibility. People are wrong in this. This is not cowardess, it is calculation. With no confirmed villian, there is no clear focus for all the rage and horror over all that has happened. That rage will find its own outlets, in a million different directions. It will begin with prejudice, racial, religious, cultural, political, sexual, take your pick, but the violence will begin where there are already established paths of bitterness and intolerance. An arab terrorist was named repeatedly over the media coverage of todays events. That alone is going to cause several thousand children of arabian descent to go to school tommorow to find other students lining up to assault them. People need to realize it was not the black neighbor down the street, or Apu in the local qwikiemart that was piloting these planes, but that is simply not going to happen. This unfocussed rage will spawn more incidents of violence and hate than a thousand terrorist cells could ever hope to. This is the true genius and horror behind this "act of cowardice".
Next, we are going to have people wondering how the terrorists pulled this off directly under the eagles nose. American planes taking out American landmarks and dear old Uncle Sammy not finding out until 2 minutes too late. How, with all the government monitoring and intelligence, did this get planned and carried out without them knowing? Hmmm..... a global telecommunications network, impossible to monitor or censor effectievly. Sounds like a likely scapegoat to me, no? Fingers are going to start pointing our way real soon, boys and girls, and the results will make carnivore and echelon look like an ameture packet sniffer.
How 9.11.01 shaped up for me in NYC (Score:5, Interesting)
I went in very early b/c I was leaving early to pick up my son since my wife was training in NYC and wouldn't be able to get him. I had an 8:30 meeting with my boss. We were discussing things like who we were going to let go and such.
The building shook a bit. But there has been a lot of construction at Union Square so this was no out of the ordinary.
Then the door flew open. This does not happen ever. One of the HR guys says the World Financial Center has been hit by a plane.
I freak my Mother works in the WFC. I am running to my office to get my cell phone. I am going downtown. Someone, I don't know who says go on the roof. We have access to the roof. I went. I don't know why. I saw the gaping hole on the side of the WTC. The WFC is a foot ball throw away from the WTC. I am still extremely concerned.
The second tower explodes. I do not understand the other tower is on fire not the second tower. Why is this happening?
I formulate ideas as I run down the stairs to get out of the building. Maybe a wing flew off.
I get to the stret my assistant NW guy is standing on 14th. He doesn't come this way usually. Usually he is on 15th. He does not understand what is happening. He is concerned becuase he knows my mother is over there. I explain I am going to get her. A large, large NYPD person explains I am not going down there.
My cell phone does not work. I cannot call anyone.
I go back to my office an frantically begin calling everyone I know down there. My uncle is on the Brooklyn Bridge. My Father is MIA. My Mother has called but is cut off midsentence.
Several minutes maybe an hour pass the tower collapses. From 5th Ave it looks very much like it has fallen on the WFC. I am despondent.
Hours later bruised and bloodied with shoe marks on her face my Mother wanders into my office. I have everyone I know calling her. She just walks in. Sever minutes later my Father walks in the door. and a few minutes after that my wife.
The 5 of use (Wife, Mother, Father, assistant) leave the building and walk to the 59th street bridge and leave Manhattan.
Holy Shit! They arrested the guy in FL! (Score:2, Interesting)
check it out here [cnn.com]
WTC eyewitness account (Score:2, Interesting)
I work in 75 Wall (about 1/2 mile from WTC). Usually
get to work somewhere around 9:00 am.
This morning I took my nephew (21) with me to work. It is
his last day of visiting the US and he needed something
from me near my workplace. So we head off on the subway.
The usual... Missed a train
Now had a choice of taking an E train which stops at WTC
and walk or C train which leave me a few hundred yards
closer to work. Decided on the latter and we walking out
of the subway about 8:50 when I saw a lot of people
coming down to the subway. This was my first idea that
something was different (no one gets on here
gets off). Anyway when we went upstairs I saw a lot of
people milling about on the street and point upwards. I
looked up too and saw the building on fire about 300 yards
in front of me. It looks like I was under the WTC when
the first plane hit
We were looking up for a few minutes when all of a sudden
we saw a burst of flames and a huge explosion. People
started screaming and yelling. I shed several tears for
the people who would be trapped in the buildings.
I watched for a while longer and then proceeded to work.
I was making a few phone calls to friends when I felt my
building shake and another loud noise. Shortly thereafter
they asked to vacate our 16th floor and proceed to the
lower floors. I went to the lobby and when I found that
the WTC building had collapsed decided to call it a day
and head for home.
There was panic and chaos everywhere. I found that most
everyone was very courteous and kind. Civilians were
directing traffic and helping as best they could. I figured
that I could walk a few blocks and catch a subway home
from there. I ended walking about four miles to get to
a bridge where a friendly bus driver gave about 100 of us
a lift in his empty bus across the bridge. It took me
about a further hour to get home. I was strange looking
down at the skyline of lower manhattan and not being
able to see the WTC towers because of the debris, smoke
etc. I didn't know at this time that the second tower
had come down.
Latest update. I know someone who works in the WTC. I also
hear of someone who did work on the 104 floor but was laid
off yesterday and someone who just started yesterday. As
the days wear on I am sure that I will hear stories of
others whom I know or know their relatives. I have hear from
a friend that 3 people with young families had not come
home as of 9:00 pm and who work there.
It doesn't look like I will be going to work tomorrow or
maybe even for the rest of the week.
I will probably use the time tomorrow to donate blood if
needed. I will play it by ear since I have O negative type
and I believe that that is what they are short of.
I have given several gallons of blood over the years. It
is relatively painless.
It was a day I will always remember. Being under the
building when it was hit is a scary thought.
story of a friend, who works in wtc1 floor 95 (Score:5, Interesting)
Real Story:
So I walk out of the WTC Path train at about 8:55am, like I would on any other weekday. Immedidately, the smell of smoke was obvious. I briskly walked outside (instead of heading to the elevator to the 95th floor), and found the streets covered with charred office supplies. Everyone was standing around, staring up at One World Trade, and the flaming hole that had been left by the commercial airliner in the 95th floor. I was standing about a block away from 2 WTC. We all tried our very best to raise our loved ones and bosses on our cell phones, but to no avail. In the midst of that confusion... BOOM!
A plane had hit the second building. I saw the impact, but could make little sense of it, since it happened so fast. Immediately, everyone ran as fast as they could. I saw a number of people not too far from me get hit by falling debris. It was tough to make out exactly what happened to them, but generally you don't survive being hit by anything that falls from that high. Anyway, I ran into the nearest open building. Turns out it was a high school. A small group of us waited in the auditorium there for a while. We swapped brief stories of how we came to realize that this horrific act of terrorism was happening right above our heads. About 30 minutes later, everything seemed calm, and many of us left the shelter of the high school auditorium. There were crowds of people standing just a few blocks away from the WTC complex. All of them were gazing at the rippling tides of flame and smoke coming out of the former symbol of financial and economic greatness. Then, with little warning, the entire top of one of the buildings (i think 2) began to cruble!
Everyone immediately realized that this was extremely bad, and a frantic rampage ensued. A massive crowd of people was barreling eastward to get away from the blast and debris. No matter how far any of us got, we were eventually enveloped by an incredibly thick cloud of brownish smoke and concrete. Visibility was quickly cut to zero. I felt around, (I knew I was right next to a building) and found a small inset in the front of some building. A bunch of us, say 10, wound up there, huddling in the darkness and smog. A man next to me noticed a glass door, that we tried to break with our feet. That didn't work, but we quickly found a brick and smashed the door. Once we got inside, the air was much clearer, but obviously, it was thickening in a hurry. One Asian lady had apparently breathed in a large amount of the overpowering cloud, and was not able to breathe. We carried her inside the building, and someone who had medical training took over trying to help her. She coughed up some very horrible things, and then seemed to die.
Just as this was happening, I realized we couldn't stay in that place any longer. The air had become just as bad as outside (in a total of about 3 minutes). Two of us began exploring and I quickly found a staircase leading to the main lobby of the building. Most of us went up there. I don't exactly know what happened to the people down below, but I believe most of them made it up to the lobby. Once in the lobby, we just hung out for a while. We were very unsure of what would happen next.
The second building collapsed. This time we were inside, and it barely affected us. We definitely noticed the gross air accumulating in the building, and outside it was as black as night. After that blast subsided, I noticed a small glass room one level above. I went up there and found all the executives of the company sitting around in this nice boardroom-type thing. I promptly used the phone to call my Mom and let her know that I was alright. Then I called my Dad and the House. I stayed there for about another 20 minutes, until I could take these conditions no longer (the smoke was definitely seeping into the building). I walked outside, and the streets were basically deserted. I had no idea whether there would be more terrorist attacks, so I just started running towards the Battery.
When I arrived there, I quickly noticed a tug-boat at the dock. They said they were going to Jersey City, so I jumped on. They were very nice, and gave me food and drink (I looked pretty bad by this time). I helped a few old ladies and whatnot get on the boat and be comfortable. About 10 minutes later, we left for JC. They dropped us of pretty far south in JC, and I walked back to Hoboken (cell phones not working, of course). I was much relieved to finally get home.
Re:Passengers on planes (Score:2, Interesting)
Out of the 50-200 people on the airliners, somebody would have struck first. History is full of examples of people who sacrificed themselves like that. Certainty of death is a powerful motivator.
No, the people in those airplanes almost certainly didn't know that they were going to die. Generally the hostages live through a hijacking, so the impulse is to sit tight and not draw attention because you'll probably survive. If they had known ahead of time that they were going to die, there would have been no hesitation. I mean, if the fuckers were armed with Uzis or something, it would make sense, but all they had were KNIVES. Most certainly the passengers did not know their fate ahead of time.
Fwd: e-mail I just got from my dad (Score:2, Interesting)
Here's an e-mail that I just got from my dad, edited from all caps to pass the lameness filter.
i'm fine. this is al. was able to escape the devastation. it was close though. there were bodies raining down from the sky, people screaming for help and others running from shear panick. there was smoke everywhere. you could not see your hands in front of you face. i just come out of the trade center, was about to get onto the next train under the two building(twin tower number 2) when i saw the tail end of plane vanishing into the building on the ninetieth floor. i though oh geez some pilot doesn't know where he or she is going. as i looked up debris began to fall. i quickly vanished beneath the building and down the escalator. i was going the wrong way. i was going where bad things were about to happen. nevertheless; it was the place where i'd just come out of. train didn't take off immediately. we sat there underground under building 2 for awile. there was a second explosion. i didn't want to wait any longer, so i ran out onto the street where i though it'll be safe. i was wrong. there were concrete, soot, dust, white dust, and bodies flying all over the place. i looked up to flames and a gaping hole on the ninetieth floor. i began walking as fast as i could, away from the trade center. it was too late though. i walked 15 blocks to 14th street and immediately went underground again into the subway. i had to find my way out of new york city as quickly as i could. i caught amtrak going to new jersey. i hopped on it and made it out. devastated, shaken, scared to death.
Re:A scenario to consider (Score:3, Interesting)
Except that at least Barbara Olson knew what was happening. She twice talked to her husband, who let her know about the two planes having crashed into the WTC.
The logical part of me says "Why didn't she just say 'hey, they're going to crash us into a building' and overtake the hijackers." But how can I possibly second guess such a situation?
And it may well turn out that something similar happened in Pennsylvania.
Personal account from the scene in NYC... (Score:5, Interesting)
Tuesday, September 11, 2001 - 11:02 PM
I don't think I've come to terms with what I have witnessed today. The only thing I can do to try to come to some closure on this is to try and document what I saw on the darkest day in recent history.
Today started out quite ordinarily. C**** and I were scheduled for Sun Fire training on the 20th floor of the World Trade Center at 9AM. Certainly not very noteworthy in and of itself.
I got to the office at 7. C**** arrived 15 minutes late. I grumbled to myself about being on time and missing out on 15 minutes of sleep, but I kept to myself. Traffic was horrible, as usual, and we made our way to the Path station in Jersey City.
We got on the Path to the World Trade Center- probably it was about 8:40 or so. Nothing to comment on. I hate the Path. Its dark, dingy, but C**** swears by it so I didn't complain. We exited in the World Trade Center station and I noticed immediately a strange diesel fuel-like smell and a haze in the air. I jokingly thought maybe someone was running a bus in the station. Now, New Yorkers walk fast, but I noticed that people were moving along quite a bit faster than usual. The transit cops down there said there was a fire, and that everyone needed to quickly exit. I wasn't too panicky, but I expeditiously made my way towards the exit.
We escaped into daylight into quite a commotion. We turned around and looked up to see a gaping hole in the tower and flames streaming out. Quite a shocking sight. We were forced a few blocks away where C**** and I were staring at the tower bewildered but not overly concerned. We were cracking jokes about the training being cancelled and missing meetings and stuff. I was thinking that I wish I had my camera to take some pictures. All the fun and games came to a halt when people started jumping to their deaths. I don't quite know how to describe what that looks like. It really looks like someone threw a large rag doll- it doesn't look real at all. After watching a few people jump it was then I realized that this was not at all fun and games. I heard in the crowd that a plane had struck the tower. Not surprising to me at all. I've been on the observation deck, everyone knows that you look down on the planes as they fly near the city on landing approach. Surely, this was a tragic and horrific accident. Too many damn planes in the air I remember thinking, it was bound to happen eventually. Of course, I heard the mumblings 'deliberately' and 'terrorists' but I dismissed those. You know how paranoid New Yorkers are.
It was about that time that tower 2 spontaneously exploded right before our horrified eyes. I?m only 2 or 3 blocks south of the tower and what I saw was like something out of Die Hard or Terminator. Trust me, they got the effect right. As we all stood there staring, it seemed like an eternity as the tower was engulfed in a ball of flame. It wasn't until a few milliseconds later that the massive concussion wave stuck the dumbfounded crowd and I realized in that instant that I was probably going to be killed by falling chunks. Everyone did the worlds fastest 180 degree turn and ran for their lives. I saw C**** slip into the building directly behind us. The door closed and was magnetically locked behind him. I pulled on the handle in a futile attempt to follow, but realized that it wasn't going to budge. Then I really thought that was the end. I ran towards the next building, which I saw had a little cranny behind a 6 or 7 foot tall iron fence. In an instant I saw my shelter from the falling debris. I was over that fence so quickly I don't even know how I did it. I fell to the concrete on the other side, and scrambled into the little masonry
shield with my back towards the Twin Towers. I waited for gravity to do its magic and bring all the deadly missiles safely to earth. I realized in my hiding spot that I cut my hand and my leg was hurting like nobody's business. I also realized that there was no reason that an accidental crash into tower 1 would cause tower 2 to explode. This was serious- if the intention was to bring down the tower, I would not be in a very good spot to survive such an event. Once it was clear that the immediate danger passed, I walked out of my shelter and turned to see tower 2 burning. Time to go. I continued south, limping all the way to the entrance to the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel.
I was hurting, but alive and far enough from the Towers to be ok. Next order of business: Get the hell home. How? Terrorists attack buildings, bridges, tunnels? but probably not the ferries. The Water Taxi that docks at the Trade Center was probably blown up, I figured, so I had to head up north to the NY Waterway ferry. I knew it was a hike but the most likely exit from the city to be unaffected. So I licked my wounds and made my way northeast, staying out of collapse radius for the towers. As I crossed the area directly east of the Towers, I saw bits of what was obviously airplane parts and some chunks of building. No doubt about it, it was an airplane. I continued limping my way northeast and then northwest, to catch up with the West Side Highway where the NY Waterway is. I?m not sure how far it was. I couldn't walk very quickly and needed to stop frequently. I tried many times to call home, the office, C****- without success.
I walked north on the walkway, parallel to the West Side Highway. I don't know how many hundred emergency vehicles I saw- they just kept coming. I walked with countless thousands of the living dead. I remember reading accounts of the Hiroshima survivors, as they made their way, bleeding and burned, to the river. I am the living dead, a ghost, walking silently away from the disaster behind me. I recall hearing a strange whooshing noise, and I turned around and watched the first tower vanish in a cloud of dust. I remember saying out loud something to the effect of 'Well, they finally did it, congratulations!' Not very poetic, I must admit.
It turns out that the ferry was the way to go. The NY Waterway was totally overloaded. So much to the point that the floating dock became unstable which caused a minor panic. Fortunately the Circle Line and other tour boats began taking on passengers. I managed to get on the second ferry out and made our way back over to Lincoln Harbor back over in Weehawken. I didn't care where it went, as long as it was in New Jersey.
Half way out in the river, we had to wait as the other ferries unloaded people. We sat dead in the water. The dust of what was the Twin Towers billowing out in the background. The eerie silence of no airplanes in the air. It was as if the world had died and we were in limbo. All I could do was bow my head and think about the countless individuals who were just killed before my eyes. And of course, how grateful I was to be a little beaten up but alive. I was able to eventually get messages to home and the office, I found out that C**** was OK and everyone was worried to death of course.
I've witnessed The Hindenburg, Pearl Harbor, and Hiroshima in one. It's quite a mind numbing experience. I haven't quite figured out what to feel. I'm not at all a religious man, but today, I prayed for those we lost, and I was thankful for my very life. Certainly, I've managed to clear my schedule- and certainly it puts things into a more realistic perspective.
September 11, 2001 is certainly a date which will live in infamy. I don't think neither I nor this nation will ever be the same
again.
Inside a college dorm (Score:1, Interesting)
We must avoid blame for a time, and give praise for those that died. We must remember who they were, friends, family, Americans.
The support I've seen here and everywhere fills me with a hope that we will survive this terrible experience not scared for what is next but willing to deal, with a level head, what is to come.